All Chapters of Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Andrew's POV I watched as James and the rest of the men prepared for the raid. Simeon stood nearby, his expression as unreadable as ever, while James began giving detailed instructions on how we would execute the plan. The strategy was straightforward but high-risk: divide, infiltrate, and neutralize.I couldn’t help but ask, “Shouldn’t we involve the police in this?”Simeon was quick to shut me down. “No police. I trust my men more than anyone else. We don’t need interference.” His tone left no room for argument. I clenched my jaw, my unease growing, but I didn’t push further. This wasn’t the time to debate.We geared up in silence, the weight of the weapons and the reality of what we were about to do settling heavily on my shoulders. James signaled for everyone to move out, and we departed in separate convoys, heading toward the outskirts of the city. The number we traced had led us here, to what seemed like an abandoned location.When we arrived, we parked a few meters away and co

Andrew's POVI should have known it was a trap. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to stop, to think, to pause, but the sight of Sheila tied to that chair drowned out all reason. The way she struggled against those ropes made my heart clench. Was she hurt? In pain? I didn’t think. I couldn’t think. “Sheila!” I called out, rushing toward her. Her movements grew more desperate as I closed the distance, her eyes wide with a terror that didn’t make sense—until I heard it. “No!” The shout came from behind, and I heard both Simeon and Zane’s loud voices. Time slowed to a crawl. I turned, the motion agonizingly sluggish, like wading through molasses. Zane was charging toward me, his outstretched hand a blur, his face twisted in panic. That was when it hit me. A sharp, searing pain shot through my arm as the bullet grazed past, its trajectory only inches from my chest. The force of it spun me, and I hit the floor hard, the world tilting and throbbing around me. “Andrew!” Za

Andrew’s POVI thought the greatest shock of today had been discovering that Gina Giovanni, Simeon’s mother, was behind Sheila’s kidnapping. The sheer malice and audacity of her actions had been enough to fill me with rage. But I was wrong. That wasn’t even the beginning of the nightmare. As the voice from earlier faded into silence, a figure stepped into view. The dim light revealed her face, and my heart stopped. “Evelyn,” I breathed, her name escaping my lips like a prayer, though the scene before me felt nothing like salvation. She stood beside Gina, her head lowered, not saying a word. My mind refused to make sense of it. Why was she here? Why with Gina? “Evelyn!” I called again, louder this time, my tone anxious and laced with worry. She flinched slightly but said nothing, her gaze fixed on the ground. My heart pounded, confusion and dread swirling inside me like a storm. I had made sure to move Evelyn to a safe house after we learned Sheila had been kidnapped. How t

Evelyn's POVAndrew’s expression froze, and I saw the flicker of disbelief in his eyes. “What are you trying to say, Evelyn?” he asked quietly, though there was a sharp edge to his tone.I took a deep breath, forcing myself to continue. “It was all planned. Gina gave me all the details about you—everything I needed to know. I knew where you would be, what you liked, and what you didn’t. I studied you, Andrew. I had to. I needed to know how to act, what to say, and how to get your attention that day.”Andrew stared at me, his jaw tightening as he processed my words.“I knew you loved the aquarium,” I said softly, feeling the weight of my confession crush me. “I knew you enjoyed spending time at orphanages. I forced myself to like those things, too. Everything I said, every moment we shared—it was all designed to draw you in. To make you trust me.”I watched as the realization dawned on him, his shoulders slumping under the weight of betrayal. He ran a hand through his hair, his breathi

Gina’s POVI stared at my son, Simeon, my hands outstretched, my voice soft, almost pleading. I had hoped—no, prayed—that he would see reason. That he would join me, and together we would destroy the Walkers. The same family that ripped him from my arms, turned him against me, and left me to rot in despair. But when he muttered “no,” a quiet, cutting rejection, my heart clenched. I took a step forward, trying to convince him. “Simeon, please. This is our chance. Don’t you see? The Walkers have torn us apart for too long. We can bring them down together.” For a moment, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes—hesitation, perhaps—but it was gone in an instant. “No,” he repeated firmly. The word hit me like a slap. I blinked, struggling to keep my composure. “No? Simeon, I’m your mother. I’ve fought for this—for YOU—all these years. Don’t you understand? Everything I’ve done has been for us.” He shook his head, his gaze cold and unrelenting. “You haven't done anything fo